…over you comes a wave of light
playing, not dancing upon
eyes sockets where the angels fly
through the darker caves dug yesterday
it’s smile in the darkness
it’s brief touch of hands on the bridge
looking out over the canyon
that journey of life
the village happy with people gathering
sticks struck village dancing
bells up above
children being borne upon the breath
of wind casting away the wisdom
of the neighborhood
eating mono foods
drinking only booze
taking each day chasing away
the moments memory stops turning pages